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Scott, the teenage son of a PC or friendly NPC, dies of autoerotic asphyxiation. The police
determine that he had also taken Stairway, the new "hip" drug. The parent begins to be
haunted--waking up from tormenting dreams to the sound of her dead son's footsteps,
peripherally seeing him, etc. After a few days the parent disappears. If the PCs go looking, the
house seems placid from the outside; but through the open door they can see the mother curled
up and clutching her genitals, drooling; her eyes are red watery and preoccupied, burning from a
faraway ecstasy. Depending on how many days have passed since she disappeared, there might
be others in this same state--a mailman, other friends and relatives, etc. The effects of the
passionstorm do not cross the threshold, but every step into the room leads deeper into one's own
sexuality. A roll is required to take each subsequent step, and not fall forever into a killing bliss;
the difficulty of the roll should increase with each step against this violet wind of resurrection
and surrender.
The first step in, a character vividly re-experiences his/her most recent sexual experience;
with the next step the warmest, gentlest, most loving;
another step to the most carnal, ruthless, raw & wanting loveless daylong nightlate shatterf---.
The Next step returns you to "the first time," with all its incumbent flailing amid failure & the
fear of failure.
Another step and you are locked in a beautiful 69, give-and-take ouroboros, two becoming one
vanishing into hermaphrodeity and deity.
Another step and it's as if you're at an orgy of touch and whisper in the dark. Flesh presses
against flesh, someone is sucking each of your nipples, while your own hands grope wild
between countless breasts and bellies, lips that kiss and nibble at your fingers & ears.
The next step is tongue to tongue, a world of dark, wet, sweet kissing.
At the next step you collapse into a fetal curl, entering the womb again, the embrace and
nourishment of amniocentesis all around you....
If you manage to take another step, you find yourself in a frightening place of twisting mirrored
shadows that lick and burn you. Scott is here, somehow, even though he was buried days ago.
He is crouching naked and terrified, too weak to stand. If he has met the PC before, he will beg
to be rescued; if the PC(s) question him, Scott will tell them where he bought the drug,
etc.--possible campaign lead-ins.
No matter how much Scott begs and pleads, there is only one way out of this place, only one way
to rescue Scott's mother: by killing him. He has nowhere to go; the drug brought him out of his
body during his final orgasm, and then his body died, leaving behind this warped in-between passion-realm.
Once Scott is dead, everything will die down, as dust settles back after wind.
Okay, here's how I made a campaign out of it:
--Scott's girlfriend, Amy Cusack, is part of the Inner Cabal at the Epiphany (a la Shelby "D.J." Babb).
--When Scott was a child, he was molested by a schoolteacher of his, Mr. Kenworth. Kenworth had had a good reputation before this event--in fact, he was an almost saintly man, who had been possessed by a Darthea. Kenworth is out of jail now, and homeless in this city.
--If the characters try to find the drug, they can meet Thomas Kristofferson ("His Last Hope," by Magnus Seter, published in one of the magazines). Kristofferson can tell the characters that Scott bought Stairway from a guy in his twenties named Jeremy Kael, who hangs out at a dive called Clancy's. Kael spends all his time at Clancy's, in the back room, sucking on the nipple of a Nonochtos (see Jason Thompson, "New Lores").
--If the PCs just want to buy the drug--that is, if they're not concerned with who sold it to Scott--Kristofferson can lead them to the Bazaar section of Metropolis. If they piss off a drug lord there, his men will force the PC's to eat Verrucktpflanze (Jason Thompson again, "New Lores"). Once addicted, they are drawn through a gauntlet of events similar to the ones that appeared on the Kult-l list under the title of "Draft of a Scenario," by, i believe, Jean-Loup Sabatier.